Ariel X in Devicebondage Oxygen August 15, 2007 Pain, Collar

OxygenSince her last shoot, Ariel X managed to obtain a buddy who beats her through sex. She is rather happy and she smiles when she talks about it.When I buckle a leather command collar round her neck she starts to fidget and spin her mind. She is getting nervous and I like it. From the time that I finish down her and sliding the gas mask into place, her breathing is heavy and panic is building.I lay down on my stomach as I approach with the cattle prod put on high. With the mask , she can not see where I’m going to strike. The consequences come from nowhere and the pain that is sudden makes her jump and gasp for air simply to find there is none to be had with my palm pressing stripping the intake hose off. Her lungs are burning desperately operating in vain, but all they could do is pull on the mask tighter against her face. Her neck bulges like a sausage. Fear is within her eyes now and sweat starts to bead on her skin.I maintain shocking her and sealing off her air. I look down at her eyes during the holes in the mask and for a minute I imagine I am not likely to let go, I’m likely to let her moan and flop like a fish in the sand till she goes silent. She stares back at me through the glass and for a split second I’m sure she can tell exactly what I am thinking.I take my hands off the hose and shock her again in the most sensitive spot within reach. She thrashes around on the floor, her chest heaving with the labour of sucking in air.Another minute to enjoy her helplessness, after which I bury a vibrator inside her cunt and strap it into. The screams of pain from the prod turn into knobs today. Her shallow breaths become ragged and heavy as she builds up to climax. She thrashes around again and again but now her expression is more still relaxed and the look is gone, her eyes glazed over and away.